Lyrics

Someone's always coming around here Trailing some new kill Says "I've seen your picture on a Hundred-dollar bill" What's a game of chance to you To him is one Of real skill So glad to meet you, Angeles Picking up the ticket shows there's Money to be made Go on, lose the gamble that's the History of the trade Did you add up all the cards left to play To zero? And sign up with evil, Angeles? Don't start me trying now Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh 'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles I can make you satisfied in Everything you do All your secret wishes could right Now be coming true And be forever with my poison arms Around you No one's gonna fool around with us No one's gonna fool around with us So glad to meet you, Angeles
Writer(s): Steven P. Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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